My dress sense...or lack of it :)

I was never too good at choosing clothes. Don't get me wrong. I like wearing trendy outfits and all that. But I'm simply not too good at recognizing what's trendy and what's not. I realised this at my own expense after a number of wardrobe fiascos. And this is precisely why I never choose my clothes on my own anymore, especially if it is for something important.

I had to wake up early today as I had lots of errands planned. A quick shower is followed by choosing a track suit for the day. I love casual wear. It makes me feel comfortable. I'm also not that fussy on brands and stuff. If I like it I usually wear it. Today's track suit was no exception. Nothing too trendy. I actually bought it from a hawker at the Rabat 'monti', which is a sort of open market.

I look at my watch. 9:30am. Off to the supermarket to replenish my empty fridge. As I get into the car, I hear my dog in the background barking in protest at my leaving her alone at home. These protests usually end up with her making a big mess.

I just have to grin and bear it in the circumstances.

I love buying groceries. Especially when there is a lot of choice. The problem is that it is a waste of time which I do not really afford at the moment. With three heavy bags of shopping I leave the super market and head off to Joseph Bonello, my tailor.

Joseph is one of the persons who made a big difference in my life. He has been doing my show dresses for the past four years. I've always liked his work. And he spends hours working on minor details. which make the end product look good.

Shasha, my personal stylist joins us. Shasha is my biggest friend. She's been doing my make up everyday for the past four years. Totally committed and professional. These are the only words I have to say about her.

Joseph Bonello (the tailor) is busy working on my Eurovision dress. It is coming out beatifully. The colours are great and the material is so nice. The material itself (provided by local firm 'Ivory & Co') is designed by Roberto Cavalli. Joseph does not utter a word. He is totally engulfed in this dress. He has dreamt of doing it for a long time and now that he is actually on the job he wants everything to look perfect.

Tomorrow I might have the first fitting. Hope that all goes well. I'm losing weight right now due to a new fitness programme. Both Shasha and Joseph are worried that I might lose too much weight. I'm not that worried myself. It's never happened before.

As I prepare to leave, my mobile phone rings. It's Gerard James Borg (Vertigo's author), as excited as ever, phoning to check how the dress is coming up. He was also involved in its design with Shasha, Joseph (the tailor) and Joseph from Toni and Guy.

Thank God that my dress sense does not qualify me to suggest any sort of dress design. At least that problem is being taken care of by others. I just wear it.

Have to go as I'm going to be late for a choreography meeting.

Speak to you tomorrow. :)

Ol

My coldest shower...

I'm writing today's blog lying cosily in bed with Milly (my adorable cocker spaniel) sleeping softly by my side. She's making funny snoring noises, probably dreaming away in doggie land.

My bed feels warm and welcoming. Malta has been going through a cold spell. Cold by Maltese standards. It's never actually cold here.

I had not really known the definition of cold up till a few weeks ago. Now, I dare say I really know what cold means. And I don't like it at all.

Filming for my music video started three weeks ago. I knew it was going to be difficult from the start. The director decided to film all the scenes at night. He told me it would take five nights. It took seven. And I couldn't really hurl any abuse at him. One reason. He's my boyfriend.

I met Mark whilst working as an apprentice producer at a local television station in Malta. That was nine years ago. And we've been together since. We clicked almost immediately. Maybe it's because we both have erratic lifestyles. Both of us have grown up in the television world.

And working in television is not really a job. It's a lifestyle. You cannot work in television. You have to live it.

Mark decided to direct my music video. He did not give in easily. He hates mixing work with his personal life. But he did. I knew he would. And I also knew he would not spare me any pain just because it was me.

If it needed to be done, than it had to be done. That was how he greeted me at 4am, one cold night as I was standing beneath a bridge waiting to be drenched with water from a waiting hose. (photo)

We were starting to film the rain scene. Everytime I happen to catch a glimpse of the video, cold shivers go through my spine whenever the rain scene comes into view.

'Standby, water hose', I heard Mark shouting to the crew. 'Action'. This word was followed by urgent scuttling somewhere above me and suddenly I was surrounded by 'rain'. As the first drops hit me, I didn't feel that cold. Maybe it was the adrenaline.

The cold was to come later. I wrapped myself in clothing as much as I could. But being damp in cold weather feels terrible. Four long hours later, the shoot was ready. I do not even remember going home. I was tired out and numb.

Three weeks later and the video is out. Most of you have probably seen it. I was so happy when 'Where's Everybody' (the company which produced the video) screened it for the first time on National Television. All the sacrifice everyone went through was rewarded with a nice showing. And I'm really happy for the guys at WE, especially PJ, Pablo, Angie, Lou, Peppi, Charles Ahar and Joe Cremona.

I'm also happy that I had the chance to work with Mark. He's difficult to work with, mind you. But he loves doing what he does and it shows.

Speak to you tomorrow! :)

btw anyone wanting to see the video can do so by clicking here

Somewhere, beyond the sea...

I have just realised that I could never marry 'Popeye', Olivia need not worry.

I was always aware that I am no sailor, but yesterday's evening's experience on the sea was terrible. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick again.

I've had a busy weekend going all over Malta for this and that. Saturday evening was planned to end in Gozo, Malta's sister island. I had been invited to sing at a charity event.

I love Gozo. It is so peaceful and unspoilt. The Gozitans are lovely to be with and I have always dreamt of spending my last days on this heavenly island.

Places like 'Dwejra' (shown in photo), 'Xlendi', the 'Ta' Pinu' Church and loads of others make Gozo a must visit place for anyone coming to Malta.

However, yesterday's trip to Gozo was not as pleasurable as I thought it would have been. The sea was quite rough and for some reason or another I experienced my first real bout of sea-sickness.

Now those of you who have travelled to Gozo know that it is just a short 20 minute ferry trip away. So don't think I went through the Perfect Storm or anything similar. But believe me...I found myself praying for land and for something solid beneath my feet.

I have thus concluded that I was never meant to be a sailor and I probably would never have married Popeye.

Thank God that I can reach Helsinki by plane! :)

Speak to you again tomorrow...